Hasbara's hue

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Indeed, dear Sir,

I hold the view,

That instead of wealth,

Hasbara's hue,

And countless hours spent, in vain,

Fair Israel's coffers could sustain.

To train Mossad's envoys, dark and skilled,

In shadowy arts, their task fulfilled,

To seek the members, enablers, all,

Of networks dark, where terror's thrall.

NATO's lands, where they find rest,

In covert rests, they build their nest,

'Tis there they thrive, in shadows grand,

A threat to peace, in every land.

// ChatGPT

In truth, dear Sir, my heart doth muse this thought, That rather than bestow vast riches, sought, Upon the art of Hasbara's fair guise, With countless hours lost, 'neath azure skies,

The realm of Israel might, in wisdom's grace, Invest in training Mossad's shadowed chase, Dark envoys skilled in arts of covert might, To seek out members, enablers of the night,

Within the dread, the terror's vast domain, Where networks flourish, seeking to maintain, Their dark dominion 'mongst NATO's lands, In secret's cloak, they ply their vile hands.

Oh, that fair Israel, in this endeavor, Would heed this counsel, wise and ever, To thwart the shadowed threat that dwells abroad, Within the bosom of this mortal world.